Time passes from this earth,
where men truly find their worth,
warriors fight and leaders lea
Commoners perish as they plead.
Walking through the wood, I am lost,
Peering through the tree i see it's gloss,
It shines and sparks pride within me,
I bow and respect it as I shout with glee.
Many others yearn for its touch
but i admire it just as much.
they try to steal its withering charm
the object rejects, keeping them alarmed.
I walk slowly to this ancient piece,
that is a gift to mankind's lease.
I bow again and pick it up
Taking a sip from a much larger cup.
I have sealed the fate for many,
and have saved the lives of the plenty.
I honor my one and only lord,
for tis my true Bronze Sword.
